It wasn’t long before the trio arrived at the well.

Pointing at Fane’s corpse—that was now lying on the ground—Gerald then said, “Please have a look at this corpse, Old Flint! Something attacked him yesterday before tossing him down the well!”

Upon seeing the corpse, the shocked Ray then shouted in disbelief, “…I-isn’t that Fane, Mr. Crawford? We just met him yesterday! How could he die so abruptly?”

Not even bothering to answer Ray’s question, Gerald simply kept his gaze on Old Flint.

Old Flint himself simply stared at the corpse, clearly analyzing it. After a short period, he then said, “…This is the work of feral vampires!”

“Feral vampires?” repeated Gerald, surprised by Old Flint’s answer.

“Indeed. Only their kind would have such sharp claws that could easily kill. What more, if you pay closer attention, you’ll be able to see bite marks on his neck! It can only signify that his blood had been sucked up!” explained Old Flint.

“So, what you’re saying is that there are f